from off in the woods came a familiar sound, a long howl could be heard across haven. this was not an uncommon sound as people knew the beastman rothek in haven, but then something happened that the people would not expect.

the howl was answered by another.....and then another..... followed by another until feral howls, barks and snarls echoed through out the air then all was quiet.

then into view came rothek walking towards town with a tan man clad in a brown road weary robe.

"urr this where rothek has been den father, this haven, good place many peoples in haven tribe."

Rothek pointed towards the tipsy traveler.

"there is tippy traveler, rothek stay there, korgan live there and give rothek shiny to be what he call "bouncer" quen live there too he make things."

rothek pointed to where the keep used to be.

" haven used have big place where fionna live, she den mother of haven tribe now because esmerl esrell esmell.... other den mother have to leave. black magics make keep bad and it fall."

the the robe clad man nodded

"interesting, go on rothek, "

as rothek and the man walked around the town, more and more wolf beastmen were starting emerge from the tree line some walked on two legs others on all fours, but as soon all of them saw rothek and the man they walked over to them and began to follow them. some of the other beastmen came with berries, small game and other items. as the dusk became night a bon fire was built.

the gathering had begun.

Rothek HowlingFangDen-father of the Howling Fang tribe.friend and ally of the dwarves of Killeshandra.

Bailey stands with Gideon loosing arrows into a nearby pillar of wood near the fire. He doesnt pay much attention to te first howl, but with the many responding howls he pauses, looks toward the sounds, and relaxes his hand on the bow string. He watches as the pack enters the clearing, though he considers Rothek a worthy (though slightly disturbing) teammate he is unsure how to respond.

Laylah was coming out of the inn dragging her rucksack, her face very rosy. She puffed, pushed her hair out of her eyes and halted. She glanced around at all the new faces gathered around the fire. Knowing and accepting Rothek was easy, but this many made her slightly nervous.

She smiled and waved, walking towards the road to Wood Haven. "Long as they don't start "marking" trees were good..."

Laylah Elora

Community Welfare Director and Hospital/ Orphanage Administrator of Woodhaven.

Marcus came out of the Traveller, ever-present hammer in hand. He looked around, curious and more than a bit wary at the sounds of so many beastmen, and then saw Laylah and Serith. He hails them and comes over to them as they are leaving.

"Well. (he smirks) This is interesting, isn't it? Here I am settling in for some food, when the whole woods seems fit to come down with this racket."

"You know, I'm starting to think we do all troubles work for him. He just lays about and we manage to get in all kinds of mess." She giggles. "However! It keeps me busy, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Laylah pivots and walks backwards a few steps, minding the stones and branches occupying the path. She looks to Marcus.

"Would you really expect anything else of this place?" She gestures widely towards the surrounding area with a cheeky grin.

Laylah Elora

Community Welfare Director and Hospital/ Orphanage Administrator of Woodhaven.

serith and laylah would be on their way to woodhaven when there was a rustling in the bushes next to them, a small set of ears were poking out from over the brush. there was more rustling until a field mouse darted out infront of all three of them and from out of the bushes sprang a beastman cub trying to pounce on the mouse.

however the cub was oblivious to those gathered and jumped headlong into seriths leg nearly landing in his lap. dizzy from the tumble he took it looked around and finally realized the others. he quickly jumped to all fours and looked to those gathered.

"pointy ear!" it said as he bared tiny pin teeth at serith, before sniffing the air again. now the cub was confused.

"you pointy ear. but not smell like pointy ear." the cub sat up looking puzzled at the empath.

Rothek HowlingFangDen-father of the Howling Fang tribe.friend and ally of the dwarves of Killeshandra.

*Serith is a bit taken back by the impact, but steadies himself and looks upon the young Pup.

"You are right young beastman, I am only Half-Elf, but I am very unlike the Elves you are used to."

*Serith channels his energy into a swirling mass of orange and blue essence and unleashes it towards the small little field mouse, and as it impacts the mouse tenses and falls over breathing peacefully, yet unconscious (Magic Sleep)

"Call this one a easy afternoon snack, next time you should try to pounce quicker, and also Always mind your surroundings, if I were a "Pointy Ear" that Rothek has told me about, then it would have been a bad day for you."